Chapter 5

The servants carefully lifted the 393 pound Jason on the settee and transported him into stately bedchamber with a tremendous round bed at the center. Jason so unbearably expanded that he could barely move or speak. His loin cloth was removed with great care by two of the five harem girls sent to pleasure him. His body was measured. His belly stretched to a full 76 inches around was massaged using the soft clay by four of the women. He called out in surprise as he felt his penis and balls worked…taken into the two remaining girls’ eager mouths. He felt a strong tugging sensation as his balls were licked and teased…soft lips kissing his shaft.

Jason moaned in ecstasy this time as the five beautiful women all working on his massively swollen body. They worked on him for what seemed like hours to Jason before he felt arms wrapping around the base of his belly as a girl mounted his throbbing shaft.

AGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH…..The pleasure was almost too much to bare. His hips bucked slowly as his shaft was enveloped in a soft moist place which tightened and pulsed in response to his rhythm. His balls pulling into someone’s loving mouth, his chest, shoulders, and belly soothed, his nipples pinched and suckled. When he came, he almost lapsed into unconsciousness as the pent up emotion and pressure flowed from him. He was left in a state of utter euphoria…and exhaustion.

Men were called back in to carry his naked form to the baths. There he was laid back and supported as they washed his tired limbs, then oiled, and sent to a long slumber.

Jason awoke well rested and satisfied, cradling his still distended, round belly. As for the last few weeks, he hadn’t been able to see above the large obstruction and still couldn’t this morning. He edged to the end of the bed. Immediately there were two women at his side with towels and wash water. They helped him dress for dinner.

The new dress slacks tightly hugged his ass, the pleats puckering and constricting around his blown up middle. The buttons on the silk dress shirt barely closed, small gaps of his flesh could be easily seen.

THIS WILL HAVE TO DO FOR NOW, Jason thought. I’LL JUST PUT A SUITJACKET OVER AND NO ONE WILL BE THE WISER.

Jason was led to the banquet hall where the sultan and his family were preparing to have dinner. He was introduced to the sultana, the sultan’s plump young wife and their children. Then Jason’s eyes met those of the sultan’s niece, Aysun, which meant beautiful as the moon in Turkish. Jason thought she was a stunningly beautiful woman. Aysun was in her late twenties. Here 375 pounds only enhanced her beauty. Her long, dark brown hair was arranged decoratively on top of her head. Her large, full breasts were eye-catching shown off by the deep v-neck of her deep purple dress which also brought out her violet eyes that sparkled whenever she looked at Jason. He was totally enthralled by her loveliness.

They were placed next to each other at dinner. Dinner began with a soup course with loaves of fresh baked bread. This was followed by a poultry, meat, and fish course consisting of goose stew with tomatoes, grilled mutton in a thick sauce and served in puff pastry, and grey mulley pilaki with a palette cleansing sorbet served between each course.

Jason ate heartily. His hosts keeping him well-fed serving him huge portions. Jason remembered reading it was impolite to ask for seconds.

I GUESS THAT’S WHY THEY ARE SERVING MAMMOTH PORTIONS, Jason chuckled to himself. AND ENJOY WATCHING ME FATTEN LIKE A THANKSGIVING TURKEY.

Jason could not ignore the effect his bulging shirt buttons were having on Aysun. Her smiles grew wider watching him. But, Jason also noticed that her own belly protruded against the soft fabric of her dress and occasionally he would find her discretely rubbing it as it grew large with food. His belly strained the buttons even more as he feasted speaking to her. As he grew more rotund, the space in between the buttons pulled farther apart eventually a few snapped open under the pressure.

Jason blushed. Aysun remarked in English that she liked a man with a healthy appetite. Jason told her that he also appreciated a woman with a great appetite. She smiled shyly. This opened the conversation which lasted for several hours.

He and Aysun went for a walk in the gardens followed in the distance by a chaperone. Jason was trying to walk off some his meal to make room for the dessert coming later. Both were enchanted with each other. They walked closely together without touching, which was the custom. Jason promised to cook wonderful meals for Aysun and described them in detail. They chit chatted like this for some time. Then Aysun led him to a rose garden set up with swings, and garden furniture. After they sat, two servants came over with 2 large steaming pots. Jason was presented with Tulumba tatlisi, fried pastry in sweet syrup, his favorite dessert.

“But, Aysun, there must be nearly one hundred in there,” Jason observed. “I couldn’t possibly…”

“I have always been a little sensitive about my weight,” Aysun began. “I wish to marry you. But, I have always insisted that my husband be at least 50 pounds heavier. You are only eighteen pounds heavier…you have thirty-two more to go.”

Wanting to prove himself, Jason took a deep breath and began eating the Tulumba tatlisi one-by-one. Their eyes meet as they each pop the dessert into their own mouths. The sweet syrup is dripping down his fingers…he removes his jacket….loosening his collar…her belly is rounding out as half of her dessert is devoured. A button pops off his pants…he shifts in his seat…leaning back…stifling a belch…chew…chew…chew…he comes to the end of his pot…she smiles slyly, presenting him with hers to finish…FIFTY MORE…he’s sweating…groans…hmmph…hmmph…chew…chew… rubs his belly, sticks a finger into the waistband, trying vainly to loosen – make some more room…has to lean back again…trying to reduce the rising pressure…so engorged…no more room…Aysun pops more into his mouth as he holds and rubs his sore belly so inflated…more shirt buttons burst open until he…finally…eats…the….last…ONE.